Simple Delights: Father-Daughter Love

My dad has 3 daughters, 2 son-in-laws with one on the way, and one wife. I think God must specifically choose the men who can live in a house with four women and a female dog for 18+ years: you must be patient, you must engage in conversations about hair and clothes, you must purchase lots of ice cream, and you must be okay with random burst of tears and/or laughter. You must watch reenactments of Spice girls musicals in your living room while very important sports events are happening, and also you must accept the fact that none of your girls will know how to properly swing a golf club.

I'm sure my dad wanted to pull his hair out sometimes (heh - dad joke!), and though we definitely absolutely frustrated him on occasion, I know that he is The Chosen One. He handled all of the above with ease and he even managed to get 1.5 decent athletes out of the 3 of his daughters.

My mom recently reminded me of one of my dad's best go-to phrases: "There has GOT to be a way."

Car battery died because you left the dome light on (again) and you can't find anyone to jump you?

"There has GOT to be a way."

Sound system won't connect to the TV and you threw away the instructions?

"There has GOT to be a way."

Ending the semester with a "C" in your class and you have one test left to redeem yourself but also you haven't taken any notes or read the textbook all year?

"There has GOT to be a way." (Ugh, he's right.)

Worried that the thing you really want to happen just might not happen and maybe you should just stop believing for a little bit?

"There has GOT to be a way."

That's my dad. To him, there is always a way: whether it's reminding us that impossible things can happen, to kicking our butts into gear when we screwed up the situation ourselves. His persistence in this area has left a permanent stamp on my life.

Matty and I currently live 3 hours away from my parents and unfortunately with our work schedules, we hadn't planned on making it home this weekend for Father's Day. Now, I could continue writing about how much I love my dad and hope that it would somehow equate to a real-life hug and make up for missing Father's Day, but am I my father's daughter or am I my father's daughter?